First off, Hey babe! I "hacked" acct again! I love you! So now, I'm going to let you have a glimpse of something I wrote for you. I have a small "series" of poems in a notebook dedicated to you/us. This is one of them, (The 3rd poem).
Nature's greatest gift:
A boy so beautiful, so sweet.
My thoughts begin to drift
Whilst I stare at God's feat.
He's an emerald, so bright;
Precious and pure.
To make him mine, I'll put up a fight,
Of this, I'm truly sure.
I see him in the trees,
The budding leaves,
Visited by buzzing bees.
One day, we'll dance in the eve.
Writing is writing. There seems to be this increasingly popular idea that our audiences should be the same, I don't agree with that. We write in our own path, our audience accumulates and will always differ from the writer next to us. Restrictions on writing as it has recently been mentioned, is denial to our creativity, which varies upon individuals.
I wish words would not elude me,
I can only yearn that they paint
What is at the roots of my heart
Shoveling up profound descriptions
To satisfy my amazement
Wanting to pin words
To her existence
To describe what I gaze upon
Cause I simply cannot comprehend
Why she is so beautiful
Trauma should have tainted her skin
It should have damaged her soul
It should have broken her into pieces
But, in her blue eyes, I see strength
Crystal blue waves, rushing into my soul
When she stares at me
And her tears fall
It's beauty and heartbreak wrapped into one
I quiver and want nothing more
Than her soft warm embrace
Her voice saturates me
A sweet comforting song
Filling me to relaxation
Her pale skin, soft as cotton
Smooth and silky
Drawing me in to love's sleep
And I can't resist
She has a moonlight personality
Bright, but soft
Quiet yet powerful
And I'm stuck in harmony
Ever since I fell into this addiction
Some say cliche
But what is to be expected, when the English language through it's boundaries, confines my ability to describe her beauty. She exists beyond any depth of measurement, whether by word or number.